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she contacted when Plus Models signed her on as one of their rising stars. Today, she’s one of the highest-paid plus-size models in the industry.
    “Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t be here today in Miami on one of the most luxurious properties in the country parading in my bathing suit for an obscene amount of money if it weren’t for you. Brian was curious to meet the woman responsible for inspiring my success.” She winks, pulling at the arm of the tall man standing by her side. “Brian Whitfield, please meet Candice Westerman.”
    Giovanna is flanked by a tall, good-looking young guy with piercing light blue eyes, dressed more to attend an Ivy League school than for a photoshoot. His gaze is as striking as his red hair. Is her boyfriend with her on set?
    “Candy, Brian has at least one million questions to ask you. I hope you have a minute or two to answer them. I’ll leave the two of you alone to chat. I have to go change for my next photo session.” She giggles and turns on her heel. Before I can even thank her for the introduction, Giovanna meshes with the rest of the bodies on the set. I guess Brian isn’t her boyfriend after all.
    “It’s such an unbearably hot day, do you mind if we seek shelter?” Brian asks.
    “I couldn’t agree with you more. I must have guzzled down three gallons of water today, but I’m still dehydrated and if it wasn’t so unladylike, I’d admit I’ve been sweating profusely all afternoon. I’d much prefer sitting in the shade.” Armed with the confidence of seeing so many gorgeous curvy women strutting their stuff clad only in bikinis, I ditched my red cardigan a few hours ago, shoving it at the bottom of my tote bag. I can either continue to be self-conscious or I can avoid passing out from the insane heat.
    “Three gallons of water? I’m surprised you haven’t spent the better part of the day running to the bathroom.” He laughs.
    “I tend to exaggerate when I want to drive a point across.”
    “The mark of a great writer.” He flashes me a complicit smile.
    “Why, thank you, sir.”
    “One little confession. I’m sure you can’t possibly have perspired as much as I have.”
    We both laugh aloud.
    I like this Brian guy and I don’t even know who he is.
    Brian and I make our way to the gazebo near the pool to hide from the harshness of the beaming sun.
    “Giovanna is so forthcoming with her accolades about you, I’m hoping I might be able to interview you and include our discussion in an article I’ll run on our website.”
    “I must admit, I was completely unprepared for Giovanna’s eloquent comments,” I say, taking a seat across from him. “Which website do you write for?” I should ask in case it turns out to be Hustler magazine or some other site for horny men.
    “Oh, my gosh, this heat is affecting my brain. I should’ve mentioned I’m a writer for CNN.com’s Living section.”
    What did he say? “What do you mean CNN.com?” I can hear the panic in my voice. Surely this is a joke.
    “From your reaction, you’re either pleasantly surprised or you’re the only one on the planet who’s never heard of CNN.”
    The air is completely sucked out of my lungs and my head is spinning so fast I have to bring my hand up to my face to slow things down. I could blame my sudden affliction on the weather, but I’m pretty sure Brian’s place of employment is responsible for causing my body to go into shock. This cannot be happening.
    “Are you sure you want to interview me?” I ask incredulously.
    “I gather you’ve heard of CNN.com.” He smirks. “You’re hilarious, Candy. I have a sneaky feeling your enthusiasm is contagious and it will fuel the article I write about you.”
    “We’re really doing this?” Shit. Is he serious?
    “Unless there’s another Candy Westerman who is the editor of the plus-size division at Sassy magazine and the voice of curvy women in America, I’d say I’m sitting across from the right person.”
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